After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Qiu Lingjun knelt in front of Xie Yu and smiled with his chin in his hands.

He looks pleasing and has a lively personality, his white eyes are full of spiritual light, and his Dao rhyme is magical, with a joyful face: "Lingjun is really..." I like senior brother.

The small building opened without wind.

A touch of white moon stepped in, and the cold air was slightly heavier.

Qiu Lingjun was dissatisfied with being interrupted, he turned his head, saw that it was Feng Ciyue, restrained his displeasure: "Master."

Xie Yu got up to salute, nodded slightly: "Master."

Feng Ciyue wants to say that there is no need to be so unfamiliar.

But he still didn't say it after all, just said: "Excuse me."

Well, they are masters and apprentices.

... can only be master and apprentice.

Senior brother and master seem a little strange?

The senior brother was raised by Hongxue Xianzun himself, not to mention being in love with father and son...the two shouldn't be so rigid.

Although Qiu Lingjun doesn't like this cheap master very much, but this cheap master treats his brother well, it can be said that he can't find a single fault, it shouldn't.

Feng Ciyue looked at Qiu Lingjun.

His cultivation is unfathomable, his eyes seem to have a vast universe, his bearing is youthful, and his voice is gorgeous and deep, like a piano attracting a golden phoenix: "You have not yet performed the ceremony of apprenticeship before entering my door, so let's do it today."

He didn't want to recruit more disciples in the first place, and he recruited Qiu Lingjun purely for Ling Xun's face.

It's okay to have an extra apprentice, but he doesn't like this apprentice very much, and his attitude is cold and perfunctory.

what?

The coercion hit him like a sea, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground facing Feng Ciyue.

Carrying the mountains on his back, his bones creaked under the pressure.

Kneeling to the master,

A cold voice came from above: "Bring tea."

Qiu Lingjun could only see the corners of Feng Ciyue's robe and the upper of his shoes.

He was kneeling, unable to lift his head.

He clenched his hands... Heh, it's so funny, he thought he would never experience such powerless humiliation again.

It was the same, he dullly felt Feng Ciyue's malice towards him, raised his lips, and offered tea with both hands: "Master, drink tea."

Xie Yu stood aside.

The eyes wandered between the two, Feng Ciyue and Qiu Lingjun had a bad relationship.

In the later stage, it is almost like fire and water.

I think it has something to do with this kneeling.

The green bamboos outside the window are tall and straight and verdant, and the breeze is blowing slowly, and the fragrance of bamboo is blowing.

The bead curtain shook, and the clashing sound was like jade.

Xiaoze Peak is full of peach blossoms, singing and singing, and the spring is harmonious. The three people in the room have different expressions, and their eyes do not meet.

Ling Xun also rushed to Xiao Zefeng.

He approached Feng Zhiyue to discuss Xie Yu's heart-warming ceremony, but after chatting for a few words, Feng Zhiyue said that he had already planned.

Already planned?

What are your plans?

Feng Ciyue is also a person who does not stick to common things and devotes himself to cultivating Taoism.

Ling Xun is a worrying person. He chased all the way from Misty Palace to Xiaoze Peak, and when he came in, he saw Qiu Lingjun kneeling and serving tea to Feng Ciyue. His eyelids twitched, but it wasn't because Qiu Lingjun knelt down: " Hongxue..."

This apprentice ceremony is also simple.

He said, looking at the three masters and apprentices, he felt a little weird for some reason, and then there was no trace, and he started nagging again, "You are the elder of my Jianzong, and Lingjun is also a good boy. , at least call a few elders to watch the ceremony."

Feng Ciyue took the tea and touched her lower lip: "Jianxiu, don't be too rigid."

"..." Ling Xun had no choice but to hold out a small bow. The lines are rough and complicated, and it looks like a ghost has been imprisoned in it.

He is really optimistic about Qiu Lingjun, with gentle eyes, "Lingjun, treat him well in the future."

Qiu Ling is a spiritual cultivator, and the combination of Suo Lingsi and bow has a miraculous effect.

Qiu Lingjun looked at Ling Xun more: "Thank you, Sect Leader, for giving me the treasure."

He got up as if nothing had happened, "I have also worshiped Master."

Although the apprenticeship ceremony is very simple, it can be regarded as completed.

"I am Master's disciple just like Senior Brother." He tilted his head and said with a smile, "In the future, Senior Brother and I will respect Master well."

Feng Ciyue raised her head, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger: "Yes."

Glancing at the two of them again, "Xiaozefeng is your brother's residence, when will you move out?"

Ling Xun also said: "It's time to have your own dojo."

Cultivators practice to absorb the aura of heaven and earth. In order to avoid competition, they generally don't live too close.

Qiu Lingjun didn't want to move out.

I need to ask Xie Yu's opinion on this, he looked at Xie Yu pitifully: "I want to live with senior brother."

Live in Xiaozefeng?

Feng Ciyue's fingertips were throbbing under the sleeves, and he was rarely looking forward to it.

don't promise...

Mottled light and shadows fell from Xie Yu's side: "Okay."

There was only the faint sound of wind in the room.

Ling Xun teased, "It's a good feeling that you are brothers and sisters."

Don't think about it, Xie Yu and Qiu Ling are still young, it's normal to like to live together, "Hongxue... Hongxue?"

Feng Ciyue held back his breath: "Master."

Ling Xun also knew about Han Yuan.

Looking at Xie Yu with satisfaction, this is his sword sect Tianjiao: "Prepare well for the upcoming heart-warming ceremony."

This child was born transparent, with a clear mind and eyes, relaxed and resolute in situations, brave and decisive.

He has the vigor of a swordsman, but also compassionate and gentle.

Naturally fit the ruthless way.

There were no heartless Taoists on the last tide.

Even Feng Ciyue, who was highly expected by everyone, did not practice the way of ruthlessness.

Is it time?

Xie Yu nodded: "No."

Before Ling Xun left, he called Feng Ciyue away.

The Heart Asking Ceremony is a grand event in the world of cultivating immortals. At that time, Tianjiao will gather and all ancestors will come out together.

This tide is Jianzong's turn to hold this event, and many matters still need to be discussed in detail, Feng Ciyue must appear.

After the two left.

Qiu Lingjun couldn't help asking: "Ask Xinli?"

Why is the sect leader so optimistic about senior brother's appearance? He had a guess, and his expression changed, "Senior brother, senior brother..." Can he practice the ruthless way?

Ruthless Dao...the practitioner of Ruthless Dao has only one heart.

Not empathetic, not emotional.

Qiu Lingjun understood now.

His ecstatic obsessions are all—

Xie Yu was going to check out the hidden front sword, and had already walked out of the small building.

The plain robe has no trace of variegation, it is pure and white, like frost and snow gathering, and the whole body is cold.

He walked neither slow nor fast, Qiu Lingjun ran out but couldn't catch up, his throat was blocked for some reason, and his voice was only breathless: "Senior Brother..."

So close, so hard to reach.

It seems that nothing can catch up.

After blurring in front of his eyes, he looked up again, and the figure had disappeared.

Qiu Lingjun is very smart.

He probably understood that Xie Yu wanted to cultivate the path of ruthlessness.

……

Xie Yu will not have anyone by his side.

including him.

Qiu Lingjun is not an ignorant child.

He walked out in a daze, wandering to nowhere, saw a stone chair and lay on his back.

The sky is dark blue, the brush and ink are thick, and the outlines of the clouds are blurred. He stretched out his hand and outlined the back of a person with black hair and snow clothes, clean and refined.

The wind blowing on the face is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, slightly drunk.

He raised his eyelashes a few times, lowered his hands, and fell asleep at some point.

"Junior Sister Su is really hateful." Lin Xiaolu was furious, "What does she have to do with you if she likes Senior Brother Chen? Why does she keep making things difficult for you?"

He is a good friend everywhere, but he is too easy to provoke people.

For three days, he fell into dire straits.

Shui Wushuang didn't care, and nodded perfunctorily: "Hmm... um?"

In the place where the flowers are blooming, there is a person sleeping peacefully with his arm resting on his arm.

The black clothes are rolled with golden threads, the snowy skin is radiant, and the slender eyelashes are half-closed, delicate and soft.

Lin Xiaolu turned her head: "Hmm, what..." There seemed to be something, but I didn't see it clearly, "What are you pushing me for!"

Shui Wushuang didn't change his face: "You go back first, I have something left and I need to go back and get it."

"Things? Shall I accompany you? Wushuang? Wushuang?"

Lin Xiaolu was still pushed away.

Shui Wushuang returned quickly.

The closer you get, the faster your heart beats. It's Qiu Lingjun.

After a year, he finally saw him again.

The young man approached cautiously, looked at it for a long time, and he took off his outer shirt with some embarrassment... It will be cold to sleep here, and it will be bad if you catch a cold.

Shui Wushuang just leaned over, and was grabbed by the wrist while still holding the outer shirt in his hand.

As his wrist warmed, he lowered his head in astonishment, Qiu Lingjun and Qiu Lingjun grabbed his hand...

Qiu Lingjun only acted subconsciously.

He was very vigilant, today was an accident, he thought he was in Xiaoze Peak in a trance, there were only two people in Xiaoze Peak, the boy in black turned over like a black cloud, the agate on his forehead shook a few times, and the golden ring Dazzling, with a sweet voice, said: "Senior brother."

He couldn't be caught and was hugged.

Shui Wushuang's body froze, his cheeks turned red, his eyes sparkled, he couldn't hear what Qiu Lingjun muttered, he lowered his head, filled with joy: "Senior Brother Qiu..."

wrong.

Qiu Lingjun was awake, he opened his eyes, it was a stranger, he was wearing a jacket, he slapped ten feet away with his palm, his expression was cold: "Who is it?"

Disgusting to death.

Shui Wushuang's cultivation base is very weak, he rolled out, blood was wiped from his elbow.

Hearing Qiu Lingjun's questioning, he was flustered, ignoring the heavy pain in his chest, he got up: "It's me..." Glancing at Qiu Lingjun's unfamiliar gaze, he felt his chest hurt even more, and his eyes burned. , "I am also a disciple of Jianzong." He explained, "I saw you fell asleep, and I was afraid that you would be cold..."

Qiu Lingjun was expressionless: "Are you stupid?"

"Afraid I'm cold?" Seeing the brown clothes in Shui Wu's hands, he sneered, "Do you think everyone is as useless as you?"

Up to now, he has not been able to resist the cold and heat of the common world.

Shui Wushuang was dumbfounded: "..."

But the saddest thing for him was not being scolded as trash, but Qiu Lingjun not only forgot about him, but also gave him a merciless slap, lowered his head, tears could no longer be stopped, his eyes were red, "Yes... I'm sorry... ..."

Qiu Ling was indifferent.

He only felt dirty and disgusting, and he was very irritable: "Get lost."

Shui Wushuang froze.

It seemed that he did not expect Qiu Lingjun to be so cruel and ruthless. His eyelashes were wet, tears rolled down his face, and the corners of his eyes were a little red: "I..."

Qiu Lingjun saw it.

A little crimson is as bright as peaches and plums Chunfang, this person's eyes are really too similar to those of his senior brother.

If the senior brother is crying...he closes his eyes, clears his delusions, and says coldly, "Hurry up."

Shui Wushuang put on her clothes and ran away crying.

Qiu Lingjun did not leave.

Those red eyes from crying kept appearing in his mind.

Momentary amorous feelings, ten thousand zhang mortals: "... Huh."

The sword light raged, and the remaining flowers fell all over the ground.

There is no sound at this moment.

Luo Library.

Jianzong Library Pavilion has nine floors.

The first three floors are open to disciples for free, the middle three floors collect spirit stones, the seventh and eight floors need to be accompanied by elders, and the ninth floor depends on chance.

The first three floors are all low-level exercises and miscellaneous books.

What Xie Yu wanted to read were miscellaneous books.

More than half a month later.

Xie Yu hugged the book, feeling extremely tired, and there was no matching record.

"It won't be someone who is silent and nameless." A sword that has been dusty for an unknown period of time can suppress Huang Quan for thousands of years. He asked himself that he couldn't do it, "Zang Feng."

After calling several times, the sword in the sea of ​​consciousness still didn't move.

Fall asleep again.

Xie Yu's eyelashes trembled, but it was not completely helpless.

Finding Feng Ciyue is the easiest and most impossible.

Sea of ​​Consciousness is really a very private place, so I put down the book casually: "...that's all."

Xie Yu stepped out of the Luo library, and suddenly felt that there were many more people.

Xuanqingzong, Taixutang, Guanchan Temple... the nuns from Suoyue Tower also came.

Several people were talking, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

One person leaned against the door frame, slightly swayed the lotus green clothes, and greeted with a smile: "Brother Xie."

It was Shen Chungui.

Xie Yu understood: "Friend Daoist Shen."

These people are here to participate in the ceremony.

Asking the heart and knowing the way can help people avoid many detours.

Not everyone can participate, these are all talented disciples from various sects.

The eyes of several people are inexplicable.

They are all thinking about themselves.

Xie Yu didn't know them, but they knew Xie Yu.

Jingtian Pavilion presents the word - "No one in the world knows the king".

The youth's robes are plain.

The eyelashes are pitch black, the complexion is translucent, and the ice is made of jade, just like colored glaze.

The frost was cold and heavy, like a handful of deep snow.

This has to make people feel that there are no worthless people under the great name.

The female cultivator of Suoyuelou, Qin Miaomiao, she is gentle and demure: "Sure enough, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Miaomiao met Daoist Xie."

As he spoke, he bent down and bowed, his skirt swayed, his eyes waved like water, and he was full of amorous feelings.

Suoyue Tower walks the path of desire, and all members are female cultivators.

The holy place in the hearts of male cultivators.

Buddhist monks in Guanchan Temple, enlightened monks.

He was born very holy, and put his hands together: "Friends of Daoist greetings."

Xuanqingzong has a close relationship with Jianzong.

This person was rather slovenly and lazy: "Xie Wushuang?" He began to chatter, "You have hurt me. My master likes to be competitive. He never competed with your master back then, so Everyone in the world knows Sword Sect Hongxue Immortal Venerable, but they don't know that there is also a ten thousand-year-old second Le Sheng Immortal Venerable... Later, my master competed with my uncle for the head of the Xuanqing Sect, but I didn't fight. Okay, he I can't fight, I'm done. Since the day I accepted my apprentice, I've been told to fight for the first place. If I can't be the first, I will kill me and accept another apprentice. You said, if he just accepts another apprentice, it's over, what? Why do you have to kill me. I haven't lived enough, so I worked my life to become the head of Xuanqingzong..."

At this point, his eyes turned, and he was very resentful: "In the end you made such a big commotion. In the younger generation, whoever doesn't mention it will mention you, Xie Wushuang. I am unlucky again. My master wants me to defeat you, otherwise Just kill me."

Qin Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled: "Then Fellow Daoist Qiu really has a 'heavy responsibilities and a long way to go'."

Qiu Liren rolled his eyes: "Bah, Qin Miaomiao, you can't say something nice!"

Obviously, the two are very familiar.

Qin Miaomiao said, "I'm only telling the truth."

Qiu Liren didn't care too much about Qin Miaomiao, he looked at Xie Yu, and discussed: "Let's pretend to fight. Master said that I won and you rewarded me with [-] spirit stones, three Danxia dragon crystals, and a piece of purple." Yan Qizhi...we split half and half..."

"Liren."

This familiar voice!

Qiu Liren shook his body and ran away holding his head in his arms: "Master! Master! You don't hit people in the face!"

Misty Palace.

Le Sheng Xianzun snorted: "Why did I accept such a shameless thing."

The younger generation meets, they peep.

Old tradition.

Ling Xun smiled and said, "This is your apprentice? I heard that he is very talented, and he became the head of Xuanqingzong at a young age, not bad."

Qiu Li has more than 30 people.

Those who live to less than a hundred are all of the younger generation.

After talking, he teased again, "Why, are you still obsessed with what happened back then?"

Le Sheng Xianzun flicked his sleeves and refused to admit it: "It's all that little brat talking nonsense!"

When they got back, they hung up Qiu Liren and beat him.

ruin his reputation.

The divine operator himself is still in Changliu Mountain.

He sent a point with a fairy style.Turning around, he also said with a smile at this moment: "The times have changed, and Le Sheng has begun to think about face matters."

Feng Ciyue looked sideways when she heard the words, and said quietly: "Indeed."

Le Sheng Xianzun: "..."

If you can't beat him, he will definitely beat you into a pig's head. He sent another voice transmission to Qiu Liren, "Xie Yu is more than ten years younger than you. If you don't beat him into a pig's head, I will beat you into a pig's head as a teacher!"

As soon as the sound transmission fell, he punched out, and looked at Ling Xun coldly to warn, "Hmph, you two old sword sects are not ashamed, you thought it was the past, and you dare to eavesdrop on my sound transmission."

Ling Xun's eyelids didn't move: "Immortal Le Sheng misunderstood."

Warning with a straight face: "I, Jianzong, never do such nasty things."

Le Sheng Xianzun: "Dogs don't even believe it."

"..."

Everyone continued to look at Shuiyue Jinghua.

After a while, Ling Xun asked the fortune teller via sound transmission: "Hey, Le Sheng is getting old too. Old man, who was Le Sheng talking to just now?" Without waiting for the fortune teller to answer, "Don't tell me you didn't eavesdrop. "

They are all the old bastards of ten thousand years.

Who doesn't know who.

The divine operator's spiritual sense is very strong.

He is the only one who won't be caught eavesdropping: "Immortal Le Sheng wants his apprentice to beat the apprentice of Immortal Hongxue into a pig's head."

Ling Xun: "..."

He said, "Where are Hongxue's two apprentices?"

Shen Suanzi's expression remained unchanged: "It's probably that Xie Wushuang."